Unhinged Dreams

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I was absent!

‘Cause the realist
Was explicable.
‘Cause the patterns
Were predictable.
And the end
Was inevitable.

Meanwhile, I was dreaming!

For the bizarre
Were absurdly humorous,
For the labyrinths
Were beautifully paradoxical,
And the end
Was just another tiny comma,


The Harbingers of Joy

Across the streams of livelihood
With silent wings by the side,
Slides the simple creature
Into the passage of time.

An accidental glance at the beholder’s plight,
Ends a spell of perennial drought.
And showers incessant droplets,
Completing the loop with another naught.

As the nature prides itself
With riches out of one’s way,
Oblivious is the harbinger,
Who is just drifting through another day.

On the other side of the mirror !

Couldn’t help! Had to reblog. One of the best poems I’ve read lately.
Do give it a read.

Also, visit her blog for some mesmerizing poetry.

Vinny Kaur

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
I see in it the beatific innocence.
I see in it a paragon of virtue.
I see in it a curve of peace.
I see in it a radiant beauty.
I see in it a vanquisher of the dark.
I see in it a love so alluring.
I see in it an unraveling mystery.
I see in it a quizzical expression.
I see in it a savor of the fresh.
I see in it an untold tale.
I see in it a desire of life.
I see in it a fear of death.

I see in it a world far, far more beautiful.
I see in it a heaven far, far more fascinating.

I see a shadow on the other side of the mirror.
Unknown of its appearance.
Unaware of its outset.
Its not my shadow self.
Not of any other individual.

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The Lethal Game


Casually strolling,
Wondering about the ifs & the elses.
A deep hissing sound
Knocks out his senses.

A powerful kiss
Reveals the true intensity.
The hunters strike,
In utmost propinquity.

The potion strong,
The notion unclear.
The stroll crooked,
And the prey in fear.

Hallucinations smile
As windows open.
Blinding occurs
As he receives the token.

Kaleidoscopes shatter
As colors disintegrate.
Faces glitter
Like crazy diamonds on a date.

Metamorphosis dawns
As the pupils dilate.
Fangs appear
As the potion dictates.

He finds himself stealthily strolling,
Trying to sniff the fear around.
Brings back treat for the team,
His very own deep hissing sound.

“Hallucinations seem real
As lines blur.
Look out for the snakes.
“Cause snakes never purr!!”

Dancing Till Eternity



Amidst the snowflakes we could really feel,
Around the little hearts we could clearly see,
Among the chirps we could easily hear,
We would be dancing without any fear.

Oblivious to those blindfolded eyes,
Unbeknownst to the balance she holds,
Far from the streets of right and wrong,
We would be dancing without a song.

Above the labyrinths engraved in sand,
Above the fences hiding in the air,
Beyond the revered land of columns and rows,
We would be dancing amongst highs and lows.

Far from the rhythms of yes’s and no’s,
Far from the whispers of laws silly,
Far from the world of “them” and “us”,
We would finally be dancing
As you and me.

The Tragedy Of Thoughts

Falling on the head
Like fierce raindrops.
Totally unafraid
Like a slinky on the top.

Travelling to and fro
From molecules to the space.
Taking intricate snapshots
From place to place.

Waiting to reveal
The stories unearthed.
Like an innocent child
With an unending thirst.

But the master!
He closes all the windows
To shield the child?
And then makes silly innuendos
Keeping those stories mild.
The innocent screams
Become mannered talks.
And the child tamed as a captive.
Well! That’s the way people flock.